''Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Blessed be Your name!
Blessed Be the name of the Lord!
Blessed be your glorious name!''
I frowned in silence as the disgusting words rang in my ears. Why did she do it? Why did she MAKE me come?
I glanced around the large room, filled with people who had come of their own free will. I saw pretty dresses, handsome suits, and little boy and girls who were so innocent that they probably didn't even know it was possible to do all of the things I had done, all the crimes I had committed with my gang.
Speaking of gang: The thought of being with them almost choked me as I stood next to my mother in church, when I would rather be out on a rooftop, or stealing something from a department store.
My eyes made their way over to her, and she looked right back at me. She noticed my eager frown to leave. With a pinch at my side she whispered, ''Don't frown, and try to sing the words.''
''Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good...''
In seconds I had lost all interest and stood silent once more with the frown increasing steadily upon my brow.
She didn't, DOESN'T understand me. But then again, I thought, she doesn't know how many crimes I've committed or even that I am part of one of the most dangerous gangs in Chicago.
Suddenly I heard a faint creak. Anxious for something new to watch, I glanced back and realized with panic that someone had come into the church... the leader of my gang, Danny Tobann.
He motioned for me to come.
I knew I couldn't, so I shook my head, and, expecting him to leave, resumed singing as if deeply interested.
Suddenly I heard a loud BOOM and my right ear was completely deaf for a moment. I looked over frantically and almost fainted when I saw a young girl about my age dropping to the floor and I realized that she had a bullet-hole in her back by her left hip.
I looked back and saw Danny give me a dirty look and slip a handgun back into his leather jacket.
Oh no. OH NO!
Not knowing what to do, I ran through the doors of the church and hurried back to my house, without an apology or even a second look at the poor victim. I was in big trouble now. I didn't even look back at Mother as she stood dumb-founded at my harsh reaction, knowing I would have to tell her the truth. I didn't glance at Danny who stood right outside the door as if waiting to see me. I didn't look at anybody or saying anything.
I just ran.
I ran away from trouble.
I ran away from the poor girl who stood lying at the door of death because of a simple shake of the head. MY shake of the head, I reminded myself.
I had run away from a lot of things, but nothing like this.
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